MARK OF CAIN

© LYRICS: & MUSIC: Huw Lloyd-Langton

Recorded on "OUTSIDE THE LAW" BOOTLEG ALBUM (FLICKNIFE RECORDS)

From war to war the earth grows sore

men rest to heal their wounds

But time has taught that without thought

their guns will call the tune.

Insane it is that the mark of Cain

is imprinted on our hearts

What a shame it is that as we grow

we seem to grow apart.

Mostly blind, can't see the signs

but fumble in the dark.

Minds confused and lives abused

just trying to make a mark.

Insane it is that the mark of Cain

is imprinted on our hearts

What a shame it is that as we grow

we seem to grow apart.

Boiling, toiling masses continue with their lives,

working for the mortgage to put down on their hives.

Tainted, painted buildings throughout the world of men

who keep blowing there to the ground and building them up again.